The Dream
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The graduate Nepali Kanchha
Exhausted dropping the resume,
Takes a nap at dusk and dreams
With the new spectra of hope .
In retrospection,
Goes back to the decade long insurgency
And massacres during the transition of the century.
The derailed and corrupt leaders,
And the dirty game they played.
His reminiscence revolving around
The hindered development.
Continues the dream.
April movement came before,
And came a historic people’s leap
That introduced republic in the land.
But, the proclamations and promises
Almost resembling those of the past,
And an unchecked use of freedom by people.
In between, there came-
Coercion, murder, terror and impunity
Academia mocked at,
Colleges burnt down,
Only a monotonous change of puppets
In the circus of the chair
Most astonishing to Kanchha
Cupid stricken university nymphet
Eloping with ex-minister.
Changes the side and so does the swift dream ,
Quite a creamy one.
Tulasimehars, Gangalals and Dusharath Chandas
Hand in hand with Budhha
Calling Devokata's Yatri back to join in Circle,
Truly to worship a human,
In this peace zone once again.
Setting the Sagarmatha a witness.
The web of roads sprawling
Every nook and the corner.
Equality, fraternity and integrity,
People wailing the song of.
Disparity, of all forms, vanished.
The granary of Nepal
Self gratifying.
Nepal , a garden of men of all kind,
The rulers as the servant here,
Holding the draft they newly made,
With the performance quite in tune with it.
The rule of law, the equality of justice given.
Termination of all tyranny.
People so much proud to offer
Marx and Tagore the hospitality
To create their literature.
All of a sudden,
To his dismay,
Falls off the bed.
Happens to step upon the plate of bread
In the utter darkness of the power cut off.
And speaks inwardly, sick at heart.
“If only they became good,
If only we had peace.”
(2012 AD, Published in SAHARA Mag.)
*** ***
The graduate Nepali Kanchha
Exhausted dropping the resume,
Takes a nap at dusk and dreams
With the new spectra of hope .
In retrospection,
Goes back to the decade long insurgency
And massacres during the transition of the century.
The derailed and corrupt leaders,
And the dirty game they played.
His reminiscence revolving around
The hindered development.
Continues the dream.
April movement came before,
And came a historic people’s leap
That introduced republic in the land.
But, the proclamations and promises
Almost resembling those of the past,
And an unchecked use of freedom by people.
In between, there came-
Coercion, murder, terror and impunity
Academia mocked at,
Colleges burnt down,
Only a monotonous change of puppets
In the circus of the chair
Most astonishing to Kanchha
Cupid stricken university nymphet
Eloping with ex-minister.
Changes the side and so does the swift dream ,
Quite a creamy one.
Tulasimehars, Gangalals and Dusharath Chandas
Hand in hand with Budhha
Calling Devokata's Yatri back to join in Circle,
Truly to worship a human,
In this peace zone once again.
Setting the Sagarmatha a witness.
The web of roads sprawling
Every nook and the corner.
Equality, fraternity and integrity,
People wailing the song of.
Disparity, of all forms, vanished.
The granary of Nepal
Self gratifying.
Nepal , a garden of men of all kind,
The rulers as the servant here,
Holding the draft they newly made,
With the performance quite in tune with it.
The rule of law, the equality of justice given.
Termination of all tyranny.
People so much proud to offer
Marx and Tagore the hospitality
To create their literature.
All of a sudden,
To his dismay,
Falls off the bed.
Happens to step upon the plate of bread
In the utter darkness of the power cut off.
And speaks inwardly, sick at heart.
“If only they became good,
If only we had peace.”
(2012 AD, Published in SAHARA Mag.)
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